This happened to me and my family in 1991. I kept a diary of all the things that happened in our house and I started writing them down in a collection of brief stories. I wonder if this happened to anyone else or if it was just my imagination running wild.
In 1991 we moved into a four bedroom house on the outskirts of Brisbane, Australia. Out of all the bedrooms in the house, my mother, sister and I always felt frigid chills when we entered one particular room in the house. The room to the door was just off the hallway. One night my mother told me about a dream she had. She got up to get a drink of water in the middle of the night and was raped by three men in their fifties. In her dream they grabbed her in the hallway and dragged her to my room where they raped her.
One night, while I was watching TV, we heard a deafening bang coming from the bedroom. A lithe bulb fell from the ceiling to the floor. One night, while I was playing alone in my room, a series of deafening bangs hit the window. When we checked the window, it was broken, but there was nothing to indicate what had broken it.
I remember that on my last night in this house, something pulled back the covers and blew a stream of air into my ear.
Our neighbor told us that the woman who lived in the house before us had been sent to prison for child neglect and apparently two of the five children she had abused were not going to survive. I remember something in the papers about it, but I was only five at the time.
My neighbors daughter was my age and we often played together in my room, I remember her telling me that two children who had apparently starved to death were playing in that room. Assuming they were ghosts, do you think they would be nasty ghosts or just ghosts incensed about how they were treated when they were younger? What do you think?
